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“But — they say the evidence is all against “you want to remember that I'm your friend him; and if that 's the case, an inexperienced and your counsel. However proper it may be young man like me could n't do any good.” to keep your own secret in such a situation as
Mrs. Grayson looked at him piteously as you are, you must tell me the whole truth, or she detected his reluctance.
else I cannot do you any good. How did you “ Abra'm, he 's all the boy I 've got left. come to shoot Lockwood ?” Ef you 'll defend him I 'll give you my farm “I did n't shoot Lockwood,” said Tom an' make out the deed before you begin. An' brusquely; "and if you don't believe that, it's that 's all I 've got.”
no use to go on.” “ Farm be hanged !” said Lincoln. “Do “Well, say I believe it then, and let 's proyou think I don't remember your goodness ceed. Tell me all that happened between you to me when I was a little wretch with my toes and that young man.” sticking out of my ragged shoes! I would n't Tom began where this story begins and take a copper from you. But you ’re Tom's told all about turning the Bible at Albaugh's; mother, and of course you think he did n't do about the gambling in Wooden & Snyder's it. Now what if the evidence proves that he store and how he was led into it; about his did ?”
visit to Hubbard Township to get money to Barbara had been sitting in one corner of pay Lockwood, and Rachel's revelation of the the room, and Lincoln had not observed her latter's treachery in telling Ike. Then he told in the obscurity produced by the shade of the of his anger and his threatening, his uncle's green slat curtains. She got up now and came break with him, and his talk with Barbara forward. “ Abra'm, do you remember me?” the evening before the murder; and finally he
“ Is this little Barby ?” he said, scanning gave a circumstantial account of all that hapher face. “ You ’re a young woman now, I pened to him on the camp-ground, and of his declare."
flight and arrest. There was a simple tenderness in his voice “But," said Lincoln, who had looked closely that showed how deeply he felt the trouble and sometimes incredulously at Tom's face that had befallen the Graysons.
while he spoke, “why did you take a pistol “Well, I want to say, Abra'm,” Barbara with you to the camp-meeting ?” went on, “ that after talking to Tom we be- “ I did not. I had n't had a pistol in my lieve that he does n't know anything about hands for a week before the shooting.” the shooting. Now
you 'd better go and see “ But Plunkett says there 's a man ready to him for yourself.”
swear that he saw you do the shooting. They “Well, I 'll tell you what, Aunt Marthy," 've got a pistol out of one of your drawers, said he, relapsing into the familiar form of ad- and this witness will swear that you used just dress he had been accustomed to use towards such an old-fashioned weapon as that.” Mrs. Grayson in his boyhood; “I 'll go over “Good Lord, Abe! who would tell such and see Tom, and if he is innocent, as you an infernal lie on a fellow in my fix? That and Barby think, we 'll manage to save him makes my situation bad.” And Tom got up or know the reason why. But I must see him and walked the stone-paved floor in excitealone, and he must n't know about my talk ment. “But the bullet will show that I did with you."
n't do it. Get hold of the bullet, and if it fits Lincoln got up, and laying his saddle-bags the bore of that old pistol I won't ask you to down in one corner of the room went out im- defend me.” mediately. First he went to inquire of Sheriff "But there was n't any bullet.” Lincoln was Plunkett what was the nature of the evidence now watching Tom's countenance with the likely to be brought against Tom. Then he closest scrutiny. got the sheriff to let him into the jail and “No bullet ! How in creation did they kill leave him alone with his client. Tom had him, then ? " been allowed to remain in the lighter apart- * Can't you
think?” He was still studying ment since there was no fear of his escape on Tom's face. this day, when all the town was agog about “ I don't know any way of killing a fellow the murder, and people were continually com- with a pistol that 's got no bullet unless you ing to peer into the jail to get a glimpse of the beat his brains out with the butt of it, and I monster who in the darkness had shot down thought they said George was shot.” one that had helped him out of a gambling “So he was. But, Tom, I've made up my scrape.
mind that you 're innocent. It 's going to be Lincoln sat down on the only stool there dreadful hard to prove it.” was in the room, while Tom sat on a bench. 6 But how was he killed ?" demanded Tom.
“Now, Tom," said the lawyer, fixing his “ With buck-shot.” penetrating gaze on the young man's face, Tom stood and mused a minute.
“Now tell me who says I did the shooting." on, and to sleep in the dungeon at night with
“I never heard of him before. Sovine, I be- out the manacles. And the influence of Janet lieve his name is.”
secured from Tom's aunt the loan of the clean “ Dave Sovine? W'y, he 's the son of old though ancient and well-worn bedding and Bill Sovine; he is the boy that ran off four bed-linen that had been afforded him during years ago, don't you remember? He's the his stay in his uncle's house. This was set up blackleg that won all my money. What does in the dark room of the jail in place of the he want to get me hanged for? I paid him all bed that had been a resting-place for villains I owed him.”
almost ever since the town was founded. Lincoln did not appear to hear what Tom Understanding that Tom was to be taken was saying: he sat now with his eyes fixed to the coroner's inquest that afternoon, Hiram on the grating, lost in thought.
tried to persuade the sheriff to take him to “ Tom," he said at length," who was that Perrysburg jail at night for safety; for he had strapping big knock-down fellow that used to no knowledge of Bob McCord's plan for sendbe about your place— hunter, fisherman, fist- ing the mob there. But Plunkett refused this. fighter, and all that?”
He knew that such a change might offend “Do you mean Bob McCord ?”
Broad Run in case it should take a notion to “That must be the man. Big Bob, they enforce law in its own way, and Broad Run called him. He 's friendly to you, is n't he?” was an important factor in an election for “Oh, yes!”
county officers. Plunkett felt himself to be a “Well
, you have Big Bob come to see me representative sheriff. The voters of Broad next Tuesday at the tavern, as I go back. I 'll Run and others of their kind had given him be there to dinner. And if you are called to his majority, and he was in his place to do the inquest, you have only to tell the truth. their will. Elevation to office had not spoiled We won't make any fight before the coroner: him; he recognized in himself a humble seryou'll be bound over anyhow, and it's not vant of the people, whose duty it was to enbest to show our hand too soon.”
force the law whenever it did not conflict with With that he took his leave. When he got the wishes of any considerable number of his out of the prison he found Mrs. Grayson and “constituents.” To his mind it did not appear Barbara waiting to see him.
to be of much consequence that a man who “Well, Aunt Marthy," he said, “it don't deserved hanging should receive his merited seem to me that your boy killed that fellow. punishment at the hands of a mob, instead It's going to be hard to clear him, but he of suffering death according to the forms of did n't do it. I'll do my best. You must get law, after a few weeks or months of delay. all Tom's relations to come to the trial. And But he was too cautious to reveal to Mason have Big Bob McCord come to see me next the true state of his mind; he only urged that Tuesday."
the removal of Tom to Perrysburg would be The influence of Tom's uncle, judiciously an act of timidity that might promote the fordirected by Hiram Mason, secured for the ac- mation of a mob while it would not put Tom cused permission to remain in the light room out of their reach; and this Mason could not of the prison in the day-time with manacles deny.
(To be continued.)
TO A VETERAN.
When, with your war-stained flag, to roll of drum
Of land and liberty.
Of dull and starless sky.
A. S. L. Gray.
HE architectural record of the more curious interest now. In this crowded
great church which stands at little land we soon learn to expect that every Salisbury is unique among the historic site will show signs of modern life, that records of English cathedrals. in every spot where a building has stood some Its foundations were laid upon building will still stand - if not perfect, then in
a virgin site in the year 1220; ruins; or if not the first building, then a later. thirty-eight years thereafter it stood complete Who looks in England to find a mighty place up to the top of the first stage of its tower; and of old turned into such a “heap ” as those time respected the unity thus achieved. No cities of the plain whose punishment the great calamity brought ruin upon any part of prophets foresaw? Who expects to see the the structure, and no new needs provoked its sheep feeding and the plowshare turning alteration. A single style rules it from end to where there have been not only Roman roads end, inside and out, from foundation-course and ramparts but a great Norman castle and to roof-crest. Only the spire and the upper a Cathedral church? Yet this, and nothing stages of the tower were added in a later cent- but this, is what we see at Old Sarum. ury, and to most observers even these look Its broad, desolate hill lies isolated in the of a piece with all the rest.
valley near the river Avon,* not very far It was by means of an act of transplanta from the skirts of the great table-land called tion, however, and not of new creation, that Salisbury Plain. Even the roadway leaves it at its thirteenth-century builders had the chance a distance. First we pass through an inn-garthus to make Salisbury Cathedral all their own. den, then cross a long stretch of slightly rising The body of their church was new and the ground, and then climb successive steep and spot upon which it stood, but in name and rugged though grassy slopes. These show in soul it had already long existed.
scarcely broken lines the trend of the ancient walls and fosses. Their main portions are of Roman origin, but, if we may believe tradi
tion, the outermost line was added by King About the year 705 the great diocese of Alfred when the Danes were on the war-path. Winchester was divided and its western por- Once on top of the hill, we find it a wide, tion formed into the diocese of Sherborne. In rolling plateau, bearing here and there a the tenth century this in its turn was cut into group of trees, but nowhere a building, and two or three, one being called Ramsbury only in two places any relic of man's handior Wiltshire. At the time of the Conquest work — only two shattered, ragged bits of Bishop Herman occupied the chairs of both wall. Most of it is covered with rough grass, Ramsbury and Sherborne. As he was a for- very different from the fresh turf of English eigner by birth William did not dispossess him; lowlands, but far off to the westward there and when William's council decreed the re- are signs of agricultural labor.
This was moval of isolated rural sees to places of more where the great cathedral stood; and how importance, Herman removed his to Old much else once stood where now is an almost Sarum, and the names of the two earlier Mesopotamian desolation — all the adjuncts dioceses were lost in that of Salisbury. of a cathedral, ecclesiastical and domestic; all
Old Sarum, we say to day. The Romans the parts of a stronghold that was a royal said Sorbiodunum, the English Searobyrig, or residence as well; and all the streets and Sarisbyrig. Sarum was merely the Latinized structures of a considerable city, stretchmedieval term which in the thirteenth century ing down the hill and out into the valley. was applied to the neighboring new town as Hence, as from an important center, once well as to the old. Now we call the former radiated six Roman roads. Here Briton and Salisbury, but the prefix we still use in speak- Saxon fought, and the victors held their paring of the other perpetuates the memory of liaments, and were in their turn assaulted by the time when they were namesakes.
the Dane. Hither were summoned all the From prehistoric days Old Sarum had been states of the realm to do homage to William a strong and famous place. Nature had made the Sorman, and, a century later, all its great it conspicuous in the levels around it, and suc- men to pay reverence to that young son of cessive races of men had fortified it to the best
This is not Shakspere's Avon, but another of the of their power.
No spot in all England is of name which flows souihward to the Channel.
Henry I. who was to perish in the wreck of each part" over certain disputed boundaries
its very life. The stages of its decline cannot
parison have been worn threadbare in the attempt to paint this spire. But no words can do the work. To call it a “ titanic arrow weakly pictures the way it lifts itself, seemingly not towards but into the blue of heaven. To liken it to the “ spear of an angel" does not figure the strength which dwells in its buoyant outline. We may speak of it for the thousandth time as a silent “finger of faith' pointing to the home of the faithful and not hint at the significance it wears to the imaginative eye, or cite with emphasis the many feet it measures and not explain the paramount place it holds in the landscape - how it is always the center and finish of every scene, whether we stand far away or near; how it persists in our consciousness even when our backs are turned, or when the blackness of night shuts it out from corporeal vision. Standing just beneath it, we cannot but keep our eyes perpetually lifted to its aërial summit, to mark how the moving clouds appear to be at rest and it appears to move — like a gigantic, lovely dial-hand actually showing us for once the invisible revolution of the globe. When we are far away, on the desolate levels of Salisbury Plain, we see its isolated, slender stateliness for miles after town and church have vanished beneath the plateau's edge; and when it also disappears it still seems to be watching us—it is still the one thing with which imagination takes account until we are finally in
presence of that huge circle at Stonehenge, in A, Nave; B, C, Main Transepts; D, Choir: F, J, Minor or comparison with the antiquity of which SalisEastern Transepts ; G, Retrochoir; 1, North Porch; 13, Lady bury's spire is modern. The whole of architectChapel; 24, Entrance to Cloisters.
ural progress lies between the forms of these Peace dwelt within the borders of New Sarum, two famous monuments. "Here are rough, and the only ramparts it needed were the low unhewn, uncouth monoliths, raised by brute walls which still fence in its close — signs strength and standing by the force of mere innot of anticipated conflict, but merely of the ertia — there, delicately chiseled blocks piled church's isolation from the world.
in myriads one upon another to a dizzy height, the utmost science and the subtilest art creating
and maintaining them. Here is the impressAPART from its great central feature the iveness of matter subdued by mind into posimodern Salisbury is not an interesting town. tions full once of a meaning that now is lost The main streets are commonplace, though but not subdued into even the remotest semin out-of-the-way corners we find picturesque blance of grace or beauty. There a strength bits of domestic work and a Perpendicular infinitely greater is combined with the last church or two; and while the chief square is word of grace and loveliness, and expresses spacious, it has scarcely more architectural meanings, faiths, emotions, which are still dignity than that of some New England city those of our own world. Yet there is no unof the second rank. Doubtless it was once decipherable stage in the long sequence which more interesting — the scene-painter bids us lies between. The steps are close and clearthink so when “Richard III.” is being played not, indeed, in England, but in other lands and the time comes for Buckingham's execu. that we know as well — which lead from men tion. Beyond the suburbs, however, out in who were content to set two great stones over the valley of the Avon, the England of to- against each other and lay a third on top and da is as lovely as ever, and from here the call them temple, to men who caressed their town seems a pretty enough base for the splen- stones into exquisite forms and surfaces, piled did spire which soars above it. All possible them aloft in complicated harmonies of outadjectives of description and nouns of com- line, and crowned them with pinnacles - as
PLAN OF SALISBURY CATHEDRAL.